Camp poem

Laughter filled the air as I paddle towards the others. When we start our long journey I hear people encouraging each other. The glittering estuary sparkles before my eyes. Colourful paddles nearly hit me as the people sway dangerously back and forward against the current. SPLASH suddenly I fall out. The water is very freezing. The salt water smelled gross. It tasted worse.

But I had a lot of fun.